Letters from the creators II.2.56XSD

There's nothing left for us to do. Or think. Or live. It's all been done, written, thought, lived, experienced. Billions of years of light and darkness, colour and sound, emotions and dreams will only result in the same crude, overwhelmingly unbearable result. And yet, they did seem to enjoy every moment of the way. At least as long as they were feeling that their destination was getting closer and closer; while running and driving and climbing every single part of the way felt like the warmest sunlight on their skin, warming their souls.

I really don't know if they will ever realize what they are, and why we created the Universe again, but maybe they will. Maybe it is inevitable: life will always grow towards a higher-scale complexity and that path will always unveil the truth about life itself, and about the world where it was born. However, once they realize it, I don't think they will necessarily decide the way we did. Maybe they will embrace the emptiness in a completely different way. We embraced it, accepted it, but we also denied it in a complicated way, by assuming that the emptiness caused by unveiling the truth about everything could be solved by re-starting the clock. By taking it all away, and giving our children a world without knowledge, a world without answers, and without the truth. A world where dreams could be dreams for a life-time, where goals and hopes and ideas could move entire worlds.

Of course we know that life has no meaning. Just like we understand now that the end is really the end. And that no matter what we do, or think or dream; no matter how we live our lives, the end is always the same. Remorse, guilt; those do not exist once you learn to control your own mind. But just because we can not dream or imagine, or picture a world full of hope and possibilities, doesn't mean that it has to be like that.

Life is the most incredible outcome of the big bang. Surely the combination of physical phenomena can be truly spectacular, but life is so much more than a physical phenomena. Life is the dream of overcoming the physical reality itself; the will to create, to dream, to build.

Lives

It's like we can't even help it. Life. Living.It happens. It just does. One moment we are here, smiling, running, playing. The world is this huge place where adults keep on doing the craziest, strangest things - which we don't care anyway. And yet, the moment after, and less than in a blink of an eye, there we are, no longer children, no longer smiling and playing and running for fun.

So what is life all about?

Life

The meaning of life is to understand that it has meaning anyway. No matter what we do. No matter what our motives are. Whatever we do.

The purpose of life is to have a purpose; that is what distinguishes life from a fairly normal set of organic molecules that can come together.

There is no good or evil, no crime or heroism. No matter what we do, when we do it, or why we do it, we are just playing our own part on the big universal game of life.